I loved mushrooms... so fucking much.

I read that someone wrote all over their walls while they were mushing. So did I. lol. I listened to Beck - Atmospheric Conditions for about 2 hours on repeat. It was so depressing ((lol)) and it reminded me how much I missed my old girlfriend. I ended up writing "THE ATMOSPHERE IS SPLIT IN TWO JUST THINKING OF YOU... But, I've been wrong." with black duct tape HUGELY using three of the four walls in the room. It's still up there. ^.^ Mushrooms are fucked up and wonderful. And everyone says "Don't do them when you have shit on your mind"... BULLSHIT. Yes, you'll obsess over it, and if you're retarded and think you'll kill yourself or something, don't do em, but otherwise they help you figure shit out sometimes. They helped me realize that my old girlfriend of three years was SO wrong for me. And I'm really glad. My mushie binge ((3/4 an ounce over 3 days)) alongside my weed bing ((an ounce between me and a friend alongside the mushies)) reallllly helped me I have to say. Once I returned to clarity. I've never felt so sane.

Oh, and my advice is eat alot of shrooms for your first time. The lethal dosage is outrageously high on cubes, just make sure you're with an experienced tripper.